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A few more minutes feeling like a funeral service

And the time is moving sorry slow

And she doesn't seem to notice

That it isn't just as simple as simply saying no

A few years later and a few more favors

And your friends are around again

And they didn't wanna listen

When you told them just a minute

So you looked at their face and said

Oh, maybe he's the one

Or maybe he's the sun

Maybe he's another craze I'll forget when the chemicals fade

Maybe I'm his better half

And maybe he's mine too

I don't know if what I'm saying

Will make any sense to you

So, listen to my words

Oh, listen to this verse

Cause everything I ever write

He listens to it first

I'll never write the next Jolene

I'll never be a singing queen

But I hope that what I write is good enough for you

Father, please forgive me for all my mortal sins

And mother, please forgive me for being born again

I don't get why you pretend to love me when you don't

And when you say you do

It's like the next big Broadway show

So, listen to my words

Oh, listen to this verse

Cause everything I ever write

He listens to it first

I'll never write the next Jolene

I'll never be a singing queen

But I hope that what I write is good enough for you

You don't really love me

You're incapable of it

And I really feel that now

Cause everything I do is an attention grab to you

Cause I'm a waste of space somehow

And she's your little baby

She's your favorite one and only

Cause your alternate is me

And I'm really truly sorry

That I'm not your little Barbie

But your standards make me scream

So, listen to my words

Oh, listen to this verse

Cause everything I ever write

He listens to it first